I knew November was going to be busy but I don’t think I was prepared for this busy. Between the eBook launch, work and extra stuff like birthday parties and concerts, I am completely whooped. And I have PMS right now which, if you know me, equals crying about how busy I am.
Last night I wanted to murder the dog and quit my job, in no particular order. Yesterday morning as I was working from home, the dog slipped in the house with mud all. over. him. So then he got it all. over. the house. There were mud tracks all over all the hardwoods, on my brand new cream carpet, IN MY BED (which wasn’t made) and all over my bathroom counter where he was trying to reach a piece of cake that Lexi had left there the night before. I think that was the final straw for me yesterday. Now I had to re-mop all of my floors, which by the way, I had PAID to have mopped the day before, wash ALL bed sheets and blankets and scrub my carpet clean. Did I mention I didn’t have time for any of this??
Emma’s sleepover is tonight and I’m not prepared in the least. There are still cups, plates, napkins and balloons to get. Pizza to order. Bingo to print out. I’m lucky I remembered to order the cake earlier this week.
In the meantime, Scott is super busy too. He’s helping the church make windows of some sort and trying to help a friend lay tile. I want to go have coffee with my friends and somewhere fit in going to watch Breaking Dawn between all that. Oh, and there’s this little home study we have to do tomorrow afternoon.
In other words, PLEASE MAKE NOVEMBER STOP.
I’m hanging in there although I could use some serious prayers. I know this is just a season. Once I have this work thing licked in about 2 weeks and birthdays and Thanksgiving are done, December is going to feel like a treat. Two more weeks, folks. Two more weeks.